A/N: Possible trigger warning for implied rape during conversation. Feel free to skip, if you like, as these are all just one-shots.
Jenny sat in the corner of her room, a half-empty bottle of brandy dangling from her hand. Her mind swirled with memories as she brought it to her lips. The cold liquid burned it's way past her lips and down her throat, making her stomach clench in pain as it hit, hurting. It burned away the memories and the scars, blurring the lines in her mind.
A knock sounded on the door. It echoed in her skull. Pounded, and a voice called out after it. "Jenny? One of our friends has a message for you, right," it said, and it was Sera's voice that spoke.
Jenny leaned her head against the wall and closed her eyes. The noise was too much. Everything was too much. "Shut it, will you," she whispered, and even that seemed too loud.
The knob turned and Jenny could hear footsteps tiptoeing their way towards her. "You're drunk," Sera stated.
Jenny grinned but kept her eyes closed. "Hush, chicken. You'll ruin the melancholy atmosphere I got goin on," she said, taking a shaky breath at the end.
"Talk to me?" she asked.
"What'do wanna know?" She opened her eyes and blinked up at Sera. The girl's bangs fell into her eyes and Jenny attempted a smile
Sera sat down across from her, cross-legged. "I don't know, something... anything. You never say anything, right, and you're always talkin', I just want to really hear it, is all."
Jenny laughed. "Yeah, right. I was, what sixteen? When Caius found me. Or, his 'unters did. Same thing, really. I was his pet. He 'ated his wife, you see, but he liked pretty young girls with red hair. And he was a weaker mage. What the shite mages call an Altus. Means he ain't got as much magic shite as the rest of 'em." Jenny paused and took another long swig.
The liquid burned its path down her throat and she tried not to see the images, tried not to think about the words she was speaking. She took another drink and the world seemed to spin, the floor tipping away from her. She leaned her head back again. Eyes fluttered shut. Colours swam before her eyes.
Suddenly, a hand rested on hers and pried the bottle from her fingers. "Jenny?"
"You asked me once, why I never got fully naked when we're together," Jenny whispered. She sat up and turned away from Sera. She slowly brought her tunic up, baring the mass of twisted scars. "He needed my blood to make his magic better. And the rest of me to warm his bed," she said, voice shaking.
Sera's hand reached out and she tentatively touched the scar tissue. "I'm glad we killed him," she said and leaned against her back. Her arms wrapped around Jenny's torso and held her. "Don't drink alone again, yeah?" Sera whispered.